This hill; let Eve, for I have drench'd her Here sleep below; while thou to foresight wakest; As once thou slept'st, while she to life was form'd. To whom thus Adam gratefully replied. Ascend, I follow thee, safe guide, the path Thou leadst me, & to the hand of Heaven submit, However chastening, to the evil turn My obvious breast, arming to overcome By suffering, and earn rest from labour won,
If so I may attain." So both ascend,
In the visions of God. It was a hill
Of Paradise the highest, from whose top lay. The hemisphere of earth, in clearest ken Stretch'd out to the amplest reach of prospect, Not higher that hill, nor wider looking round, Whereon, for different cause, the Tempter set Our second Adam, in the wilderness, To show him all earth's kingdoms, & their glory. His eye might there command, wherever stood City, of old or modern fame, the seat Of mightiest empire, from the destined walls Of Cambalu, seat of Cathaian Can, And Samarcand by Oxus, Temir's throne, To Paquin of Sinæan kings, and thence To Agra and Lahor of great Mogul, Down to the golden Chersonese, or where The Persian in Ecbaten sat, or since In Hispahan, or where the Russian Ksar In Moscow, or the Sultan in Bizance, Turchestan-born; nor could his eye not ken The empire of Negus, to his utmost port Ercoco, and the less maritime kings Mombaza, and Quiloa, and Melind, And Sofala, thought Ophir, to the realm Of Congo, and Angola farthest south; Or thence, from Niger flood to Atlas mount, The kingdoms of Almansor, Fez, and Sus, Morocco, and Algiers, and Tremisen ; Or Europe thence, & where Rome was to sway The world in spirit perhaps he also saw Rich Mexico, the seat of Montezume, And Cusco in Peru, the richer seat Of Atabalipa, and yet unspoil'd Guaina, whose great city Geryon's sons Call El Dorado. But to nobler sights, Michael from Adam's eyes the film removed, Which that false fruit, that promised clearer sight.
Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see; And from the well of life three drops instill'd. So deep the power of these ingredients pierced E'en to the inmost seat of mental sight, That Adam, now enforced to close his eyes, Sunk down, & all his spirits became entranced : But him the gentle Angel by the hand Soon raised, and his attention thus recall'd. Adam, now ope thine eyes; and first, behold The effects, which thy original crime hath wrought In some, to spring from thee, who never touch'd The excepted tree, nor with the snake conspir'd, Nor sinn'd thy sin; yet from that sin derive Corruption, to bring forth more violent deeds." His eyes he open'd, and beheld a field, Part arable and tilth, whereon where sheaves New reap'd; the other part sheepwalks & folds; In the midst an altar, as the landmark, stood, Rustic, of grassy sod: thither anon A sweaty reaper, from his tillage, brought First fruits, the green ear, and the yellow sheaf, Uncull'd, as came to hand; a shepherd next, More meek, came with the firstlings of his flock, Choicest and best; then sacrificing, laid The inwards and their fat, with incense strow'd, On the cleft wood, and all due rites perform'd. His offering soon propitious fire from Heaven Consumed with nimble glance, & grateful steam : The other's not; for his was not sincere ; Whereat he inly raged; and, as they talk'd, Smote him into the midriff with a stone That beat out life; he fell and, deadly pale, Groan'd out his soul, with gushing blood effused. Much, at the sight, was Adam in his heart Dismay'd, & thus in haste to the Angel cried.
"O teacher, some great mischief hath befallen To that meek man, who well had sacrificed; Is piety thus, and pure devotion, paid?"
To whom Michael thus, he also moved, replied. "These two are brethren, Adam, and to come Out of thy loins; the unjust the just hath slain, For envy that his brother's offering found From Heaven acceptance: but the bloody fact Will be avenged, and the other's faith, approved, Lose no reward, though here thou see him die, Rolling in dust and gore." To which our sire.
"Alas! both for the deed and for the cause! But have I now seen death? Is this the way, I must return to native dust? O sight Of terror, foul and ugly to behold, Horrid to think, how horrible to feel!"
To whom thus Michael. " Death thou hast seen, In his first shape, on man: but many shapes Of death, and many are the ways that lead To his grim cave, all dismal; yet, to sense, More terrible at the entrance than within. Some, as thou saw'st, by violent stroke shall die, By fire, flood, famine, by intemperance more In meats & drinks, which on the earth shall bring Diseases dire, of which a monstrous crew Before thee shall appear; that thou mayst know What misery the inabstinence of Eve Shall bring on men. Immediately a place Before his eyes appear'd, sad, noisome, dark, A lazar-house it seem'd, wherein were laid Numbers of all diseased; all maladies Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms Of heart-sick agony, all feverous kinds, Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs, Intestine stone and ulcer, cholic pangs, Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy, Merasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence, Dropsies, & asthmas, & joint-racking rheums. Dire was the tossing, deep the groans; Despair Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook; but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd With vows, as their chief good, and final hope. Sight so deform, what heart of rock could long Dry-eyed behold? Adam could not; but wept, Though not of woman born: compassion quell'd His best of man, and gave him up to tears A space, till firmer thoughts restrain'd excess; And, scarce recovering words, his plaint renew'd. "O miserable mankind, to what fall Degraded, to what wretched state reserved! Better end here, unborn. Why is life given, To be thus wrested from us? rather, why Obtruded on us thus? who, if we knew What we receive would either not accept Life offer'd, or soon beg to lay it down; Glad to be so dismiss'd in peace. Can thus
The image of God, in man created once So goodly and erect, though faulty since, To such unsightly sufferings be debased Under inhuman pains? why should not man, Retaining still divine similitude
In part, from such deformities be free, And for his Maker's image-sake exempt?"
"Their Maker's image," answer'd Michael, “then Forsook them, when themselves they vilified, To serve ungovern'd appetite, and took His image whom they serv'd, a brutish vice, Inductive mainly to the sin of Eve. Therefore so abject is their punishment, Disfiguring not God's likeness, but their own; Or if his likeness, by themselves defaced, While they pervert pure nature's healthful rules To loathsome sickness; worthily, since they God's image did not reverence in themselves."
"I yield it just," said Adam, "and submit. But is there yet no other way besides These painful passages, how we may come To death, and mix with our connatural dust?" "There is," said Michael, "if thou well observe
The rule of not too much, by temperance taught
In what thou eatest and drinkest, seeking from thence Due nourishment, no gluttonous delight
Till many years over thy head return:
So mayest thou live, till, like ripe fruit, thou drop 535 Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature: This is old age; but then thou must outlive
Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To wither'd, weak, and gray; thy senses, then Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forego, To what thou hast; and for the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry, To weigh thy spirits down; and last, consume The balm of life." To whom our ancestor.
"Henceforth I fly not death, nor would prolong Life much; bent rather how I may be quit, Fairest and easiest, of this cumbrous charge; Which I must keep, till my appointed day Of rendering up, and patiently attend My dissolution." Michael replied.
"Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven:
And now prepare thee for another sight."
He look'd, and saw a spacious plain, whereon Were tents of various hue; by some were herds Of cattle grazing; others whence the sound Of instruments, that made melodious chime, Was heard, of harp and organ, and who moved Their stops & chords, were seen; his volant touch, Instinct, through all proportions low and high, Fled and pursued transverse the resonant fugue. In other part stood one, who, at the forge Labouring, two massy clods of iron and brass Had melted; whether found, where casual fire Had wasted woods on mountain or in vale, Down to the veins of earth, thence gliding hot To some cave's mouth; or whether wash'd by stream From under ground, the liquid ore he drain'd Into fit moulds prepared: from which he form'd,
First, his own tools; then, what might else be wrought Fusil, or graven in metal. After these
But on the hither side, a different sort
From the high neighbouring hills, which was their seat, 575 Down to the plain descended by their guise Just men they seem'd, and all their study bent To worship God aright, and know his works Not hid, nor those things last which might preserve Freedom and peace to men; they on the plain Long had not walk'd, when from the tents, behold A bevy of fair women richly gay In gems & wanton dress; to the harp they sung Soft amorous ditties, and in dance came on;
The men, though grave, eyed them, and let their eyes Rove without rein, till in the amorous net
Fast caught, they liked, and each his liking chose : And now of love they treat, till the evening star, Love's harbinger, appear'd; then, all in heat, They light the nuptial torch, and bid invoke Hymen, then first to marriage rites invoked: With feast and music all the tents resound. Such happy interview, and fair event,
Of love & youth not lost, songs, garlands, flowers, And charming symphonies, attach'd the heart Of Adam, soon inclined to admit delight, The bent of nature; which he thus expressed. "True opener of mine eyes, prime Angel bless'd, Much better seems this vision, and more hope Of peaceful days portends, than those two past; Those were of hate, & death, or pain, much worse,
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